Saturday, December 04, 2004

Love Fest at B.B.King's

"Making Love Out of Nothing at All"

I know just how to whisper,And I know just how to cry;Iknow just where to find the answers;And I know just how to lie.I know just how to fake it,And I know just how to scheme;I know just when to face the truth,And then I know just when to dream.And I know just where to touch you,And I know just what to prove;I know when to pull you closer,And I know when to let you loose.And I know the night is fading,And I know that time’s gonna fly;And I’m never gonna tell you everythingI’ve got to tell you,But I know I’ve got to give it a try.And I know the roads to riches,And I know the ways to fame;I know all the rulesAnd then I know how to break ’emAnd I always know the name of the game.But I don’t know how to leave you,And I’ll never let you fall;And I don’t know how you do it,Making love out of nothing at all

Hubby and I went to see Air Supply at B.B. King's tonight. I've wanted to go there for a while now and when we heard Air Supply--who we both love--would be there tonight, we quickly got tickets. The place was cramped. Large but crowded, with too many people packed around small tables. The food was pretty good. I had a bacon chedder Angus burger with spiced fries that were yummy, and a pickle! You don't usually get pickles included anymore, and it was 3/4 sour, just the way I like 'em.

Every time I see you all the rays of the sunAre streaming through the waves in your hair;And every star in the sky is taking aimAt your eyes like a spotlight,The beating of my heart is a drum, and it’s lostAnd it’s looking for a rhythm like you.You can take the darkness from the pit of the nightAnd turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.I’ve got to follow it, ’cause everything I know, well it’s nothing till I give it to you.

As usual (we've seen Air Supply in concert at Westbury Music Fair a few times), Graham Russell and Russell Hitchcock were in fine form, and no one milks an audience the way Russell does. I love their music and the way they sing them. I love the sheer joy that accompanies their concerts. And the lyrics I've quoted here are from my favorite of their songs, though it isn't the most singable. It's just, to me, the most beautiful. We had a good time, good enough that I almost forgave the idiot woman sitting next to me who kept flipping her hair, inches from my water glass.

I can make the run or stumble,I can make the final block;And I can make every tackle, at the sound of the whistle,I can make all the stadiums rock.I can make tonight forever,Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;And I can make you every promise that has ever been made,And I can make all your demons be gone.But I’m never gonna make it without you,Do you really want to see me crawl? And I’m never gonna make it like you do,Making love out of nothing at all.